Time Tells

The first thirty minutes of her day she spent lying in bed pondering the clock, questioning its honesty, convincing herself that it changed at its own whims rather than scientific certainty. When she finally made the roll over to confirm her conjecture she was relieved to find that this same battle of wills the previous morning had driven her to unplug the clock. It could not lie with no numbers on it face. But then, she thought, time continues on and the clock says nothing. Figuring that no better than lying, she quickly cursed the clock and rolled back over to shun it outright.

Twenty minutes later she wondered if the clock was sorry.

An hour later, she despised the clock and refused to ever look at it again. She nearly gave up on time altogether deciding that everyone and everything lied and any device that boasted to know the exact time at any point lied the most. This implicated time itself as a liar by association.

Two hours later she was hungry...